Su Yi calculated the time, at this moment, Sun Wukong's life and death book was exhausted, and it was the time when he was escorted by the ghost envoy and sent to the underworld. With Wukong's violent temper, it is strange that someone will hook his soul, and it is strange that he is not beaten into meat sauce.

Su Yi entered a meditative state and connected the Monkey King's vision.

The light here is dim, and on a mottled stone tablet not far away, there are a few bright red characters written crookedly ~ the entrance of Huangquan, which is so red that it seems to be able to drip blood.

The vision continued to advance, the Monkey King crossed the Ghost Gate Pass, walked through the Huangquan Road, and there was a blood-yellow river in front of him, which was full of lonely souls and wild ghosts that could not be reincarnated, full of insects and snakes, and the fishy wind was blowing.

This is the Lethe River.

There was an arched black stone bridge over the river, eerie, with a wisp of ghostly aura on it, and a snow-white skull every few feet on both sides of the bridge, the skull was opened, and the corpse oil contained in the skull was burning quietly, illuminating the river below. Through the light, you can see the faces of the dead who are miserable white, floating and sinking on the surface of the river.

This is the Nai He Bridge on the Lethe River, and it is also the only way to Hades.

There seemed to be danger ahead, Wukong stopped his steps, pulled out an embroidery needle from his ear, held it in the palm of his hand, and screamed!

The needle listened to his words, and in the blink of an eye, it became thicker and longer, and became a black iron rod with gold hoops at both ends, and a small seal was written on it: "Ruyi golden hoop rod, weighing 13,500 catties." ”

Wukong lifted the iron rod, stepped on the ghostly Nai He Bridge, and strode forward, he wanted to cross the bridge to go to Hades, tick off the book of life and death, and slaughter Yan Jun to practice the art of resurrection.

Wukong's steps were extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, he had walked from this end of the bridge to the other end.

At this moment, a hoarse murmur suddenly came from his back: "Come to a bowl of soup, let's go." ”

"What soup? Lao Sun is not interested. ”

The Monkey King ignored the sound and continued to walk, but after walking for a while, the front was still gray, and he still couldn't see where the Hades were.

Wukong continued to move forward regardless of it, and heard the sound of rushing water in the distance.

When he approached, a blood-yellow river stood in the way once more, and the water was raging, and the hideous evil spirits rose in it, and the sound of wailing was incessant.

The same stone bridge, the same snow-white skull headlamp, appeared in front of the Monkey King again.

A hoarse voice also appeared: "Come to a bowl of soup, let's go again, you can't cross the bridge without soup." ”

It turned out that Wukong walked for a long time, always wandering in the same place, and the one in front of him was still the Lechuan River, and the bridge erected on the river was still Naihe.

"Where is the little ghost, how dare you show off your means in front of your grandfather?"

The Monkey King was furious, his golden eyes lit up, and two divine lights flashed up, shining in the center of the black stone bridge.

It turned out that this bridge was formed by a white-haired female ghost, who bent down into an arch, put her hands against the west bank of the river, stepped on the east bank of the river with both feet, and opened her huge mouth waiting for Wukong to step in.

The Monkey King sneered: "There is a road in heaven that you don't take, and there is no door to hell for you to find." Don't blame Lao Sun for killing!"

Wukong said goodbye and stood up for the magic stick.

The stick stretched out dozens of feet in his hand, and several people hugged each other, like a thousand-year-old tree, and struck the bridge body of the black stone bridge in front of him.

"Ahh ”

A hoarse scream sounded, and the bridge shattered into infinite black stone clods, and fell into the river one after another, splashing waves, and the whole river was originally a dark yellow color, but now it became red. The smell of fishy smell is disgusting.

Wukong took a sip, supported the ground with a stick, kicked violently under his feet, and a perfect pole vault, his body crossed an arc, crossed the Baizhang River, and landed steadily on the opposite bank.

At this moment, he broke the spell of Meng Po on the bridge, and he put his hand on the pergola again, and looked at the golden light. I saw that the stacked floors and high halls in the distance were the underworld where the Ten Palaces of Yama lived.

At this moment, a monk wearing a snow-white monk's robe walked up to block Wukong's way, he folded his hands together, and chanted a Buddha name: "Amitabha, the donor is so handsome." ”

This monk is holding a golden tin staff in one hand and a wishful jewel in the other, his expression is calm and serene, and it is like a spring breeze.

Wukong was curious, "How can there be a monk here?"

But what he wants to do, God has always blocked and killed God, and Buddha has blocked and killed Buddha, and no one can stop him.

"Bald monk, don't stop me, Lao Sun still has important things to do, get out of the way quickly. ”

The monk smiled and said nothing, but still stopped in front of Wukong: "The donor's murderous spirit is too heavy, you must know to put down the butcher's knife before you can become a Buddha on the spot." ”

Wukong took a stick and pointed it on the other party's chest: "Lao Sun is a Taoist priest, what kind of Buddha has he become? If you don't get out of the way, don't blame me for sending you to see your Buddha." ”

The monk was still not annoyed: "The donor's obsession is too heavy, it's just that." Let the poor monk enlighten the benefactor for a thing or two, Amitabha. ”

He shouted the Buddha's horn again, and the tin staff he held in his right hand lightly touched the ground.

Burst!

A cloud of golden light exploded from the bottom of the staff, scattering into thousands of golden snakes, which flew in circles and shot towards Wukong, and when they got closer, they suddenly turned into arrows.

Puff puff!

A series of golden arrows rained down on Wukong's body mercilessly.

However, the Monkey King stood still and stood proudly like a King Kong, his expression unchanged, and he was washed away by the rain of arrows.

Ten breaths later, the ground around Wukong had been shot and devastated, only under his feet, where he was covered by his vajra body, there was no damage at all, and it was still a flat black stone ground.

"Amitabha, I didn't expect the donor to have this ability......"

The monk didn't finish his sentence, but was interrupted by Wukong raising his hand: "You have beaten it, now it's time for my grandson, right?"

Wukong didn't wait for the monk to answer, and suddenly a stick went down, hitting the monk's bare head.

Burst!

The expected scene of brain pulp and blood splattering did not appear, and the monk's body turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared in place.

Wukong pouted: "I haven't used my strength yet, but you have fallen." He put away his rod, put it in his ear as an embroidery needle, and went on to Hades.

But just before he took two steps, a monk wearing a snow-white monk's robe appeared again.

"Amitabha, I am the Bodhisattva of the King of the South without a great wish, and he has made a great wish, hell is not empty, and he will not become a Buddha. I have an immeasurable billions of doppelgangers, and I have survived the suffering of the world, so what is the use of you killing my doppelganger? The sea of suffering is boundless, and the back is the shore, and the donor should not be obsessed with it anymore. ”

Burst!

Wukong went down with a stick again, and beat the monk into green smoke again: "I don't care how many doppelgangers you have, I will fight one when you come, and I will beat ten thousand if you come to 10,000, until you are served!"

Wukong continued to walk, and the monks appeared one by one, and he was knocked to death one by one. Ten monks appeared, and he picked up his rod and swept down one piece after another.

The pavilions and pavilions of Hades, the cornices and corners are already close at hand.

King Jizo became more and more unsettled, and he suddenly turned into ten million, each holding a golden tin staff and holding a jewel, blocking Goku's head, and it seemed that he had made up his mind to stop him.